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Feb 2018
I live in a dark world where everything is black and white
Not a speck of color to be seen in sight
It is a place where pain is the only thing that grows
Pain the fuel source that keeps the world new
It has kept me weak so my strength couldn't help me win
As I tried to fight that's when the pain had grown
Holding me hostage so I could never grow
Pain had kept me and here I am living with no soul
Written by
Kris  17/F/Farmington, NM
(17/F/Farmington, NM)   
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